The iron mace scratched across the low brick roof of the tomb, and a cloud of dust flew down, covering Li Chongrun's head and face.
Gongsun Lan, who was following Li Chongrun, heard his shout and rushed under his arm. Without seeing clearly who that person was, he drew the sword behind him and with a sound of gold and iron, he killed him.
The black shadow cut into two pieces with one sword.
It was only when the upper body of the black figure floated down that Li Chongrun realized that the black figure was just an armor with a mask attached.
I took a closer look under the lantern. It was a black mountain armor. The helmet was also connected to a mask that was also black but protruded into the shape of a beak. It was held up by an iron gun. It looked fierce.
It's like a person standing there.
It was the first time that he took action in front of his own prince, but it ended up being a mistake. I don't know whether it was because he used too much force or was a little embarrassed, but Gongsun Lan's face turned red. He lowered his head and panted softly.
"By the way, what did Qiniang teach you? Such a thick iron rod was cut off by your sword?" Li Chongrun held a lantern and walked in front of the black figure and looked carefully. The iron gun was as thick as a child's arm. He himself
It was difficult to carry it, but I didn't expect it to be cut off by Gongsun Lan's sword.
"Master has a saying, when a lion fights a rabbit, it is necessary to use all your strength. If you don't strike, it will be defeated. If you strike, it will be destroyed."
When Li Chongrun heard the speaking frequency of these four-four beats, he wanted to laugh a little, but he felt it was a bit impolite and held it back.
After searching around the back room with a lantern, Di Renjie got in through the somewhat narrow hole.
"Uncle, I really made some incredible discoveries today." Li Chongrun was overjoyed and asked Di Renjie for credit.
The back room is much larger than the front room. There are several cabinets and large urns placed in the corners. They must be items that were lost in the main hall above.
There were many swords and spears placed on the shelves against the wall, and there were actually several pairs of armors. Li Chongrun picked them up. They were very heavy and seemed to be made of iron rings.
A somewhat low stone bed was placed in the middle of the back room. One corner was cut open by the swing of Gongsun Lan's giant sword just now, revealing a hole, and a smell of corruption came out. It should be the owner of the tomb.
Sarcophagus.
Some letters were scattered somewhat messily on the sarcophagus. Judging from the traces, they should have been neatly stacked on top of the sarcophagus, but were blown away by the sword wind.
It's just that the lights here are a little dim and the content on the letter can't be seen clearly. Li Chongrun is going to take it up and take a closer look later.
"It is recorded in the book that Chen Shubao of the Southern Dynasty died in Luoyang, but I didn't expect that he was buried here." Di Renjie felt a little out of character for a moment, but he was not in a hurry to look at the things in the back room. Instead, he studied the sarcophagus.
"Chen Shubao? Doesn't that mean that Old Chen dug up their ancestral grave? What does it have to do with Qin Shubao?" Li Chongrun couldn't remember who Chen Qingzhi was for a moment, but he heard that his surname was Chen, so he should have something to do with Old Chen.
"Chen Shubao was the last emperor of Nanchen. He was imprisoned in Luoyang after the Sui Dynasty destroyed his country. He must have been imprisoned here. After his death, he was buried in this tomb."
"Uncle, we are here to investigate, not to rob tombs." Li Chongrun saw that the chubby detective seemed to be getting more and more off topic, so he reminded Di Renjie.
"Oh my, my, the older this person gets, the more he likes these old things. I was a little distracted for a while, please forgive me, Brother Run." Di Renjie then remembered the purpose of coming today, and took advantage of the dim light of the lantern to carefully look at the surrounding objects.
"Oh, this is preparing for a rebellion." Di Renjie said in surprise when he saw the armor.
"Uncle, what kind of rebellion can you do with just these scraps of copper and iron and a few pieces of armor?" Li Chongrun, who had experienced the mountains of weapons and money under Princess Taiping's mansion, naturally couldn't see it.
Get these things on.
"It's not about quantity, but about things. The law of the Tang Dynasty says: Those who privately own forbidden weapons will live for one and a half years. One crossbow, plus a second class. One collar of armor and three crossbows, a journey of two thousand miles. Three collars of armor
Five pieces of crossbows, hanged." After counting the armors on site, Di Renjie asked: "There are five sets of armors here, enough to send people to the underworld. If it is not rebellion, what is the explanation?"
"Then Lao Chen is just a human trafficker running around the streets of West Market. He is ordered around by his wife on weekdays. How dare he commit such a serious crime?" Li Chongrun then remembered a jingle in the history circle: One armor carries three crossbows, and three armors carry three crossbows.
Enter the underworld.
Di Renjie didn't say anything anymore, but started rummaging in another corner.
"I'm afraid, this is the reason why Old Chen hid these things. There are also so many treasures in the front hall, presumably to show that an emperor always has some eunuchs buried with him." A small tablet was removed from the miscellaneous items by Di Renjie
It was dug out from the pile and placed on the sarcophagus. As the lights flickered, Li Chongrun saw the words written in golden handwriting on it: "The sacred place of the ancestor Chen Yang, Emperor Taobao's uncle."
"Old Chen's family is so poor because money is spent on this kind of place." Li Chongrun felt a little unbelievable, "For an ancestor who died a hundred years ago, what's the matter?"
Opening the cabinet in the corner, Li Chongrun found that it was not filled with money as he had imagined, but instead contained a lot of clothes. The one placed on top was a black crown gown with twelve chapters.
Pushing the two large urns again, he found that although there were things inside, they were very light. Li Chongrun looked inside and saw some white things. When the lantern illuminated them, he discovered that they were several white bones.
"This is the imperial robe used to worship heaven. It seems to be some time old. It may have been kept by the Chen family themselves. The bones appear to be that of a woman. It is thought that she was imprisoned here together with Empress Chen.
Concubine Zhang and the remains of Concubine Kong."
"It seems that in order to give their ancestors a decent home, the old Chen family has spent a lot of effort." Although Li Chongrun was a little moved by the old Chen family's great pursuit of buying property for their ancestors.
, but it’s almost useless for the case I’m currently investigating. “It’s just that we still don’t know where Lao Chen went.”
"Now all the answers are in those letters."
The group of people hurriedly returned to the ground from the tomb. Although the tomb of the previous emperor was a little downcast, he was still an emperor. While Li Chongrun was sorting out the letters, Di Renjie hurriedly wrote the matter on the ivory wat he carried with him.
On the board, someone sent it to the emperor.
The archaeological site was a bit chaotic and there was no suitable place, so Li Chongrun simply brought Di Renjie to the small building.
"What's written on this?"
The letter paper that had been baked by the heat of the fire was a little crispy. Li Chongrun did not dare to make any big moves, so he pressed the pieces of paper with paperweights and spread them out in a large area on his desk.
The letterhead is full of poems, but the words are neither straight nor parallel, some are long or short, there are five-character rhyme poems, and some miscellaneous songs and poems, but there is no counterpoint or rhyme, so it was even written by a child.
Not even a limerick.
Wang Rong, who was settling accounts here, was driven away by Li Chongrun. He was chewing an apple angrily. Hearing Li Chongrun's helpless lament, he came over to watch the fun with great schadenfreude.
"Interesting." Wang Rong just glanced at it, with a bit of a smile on his face.
Di Renjie also heard the words and came over to take a look, "It's really interesting."
The two seemed very satisfied that they had jointly mastered a secret that Li Chongrun didn't know. They looked at each other with a tacit understanding and looked at him with a "please me" expression written all over their faces.
"What do you mean?" Normally, he would just learn something from Di Renjie, but Wang Rong could see this, and he was so confused. Li Chongrun read the poems over and over with resentment.
Once again, but it only made myself more confused.
"Oh, okay, let me tell you, this is a map." When Wang Rong saw Li Chongrun going around the table again and again, but still struggling like a stubborn donkey, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and opened his mouth to follow
Li Chongrun said: "Using the fanqie method, the sound of the previous poem is added to the rhyme of the later poem to form a new word."
"It's actually an encrypted message. I guess it's a treasure map or something like that." Li Chongrun's eyes lit up, "There is an emperor buried in the coffin. If this is a treasure map, I don't know how much it would cost."
Li Chongrun felt as if he was buried in a mountain of gold, and lamented that in the future, he would also be able to enjoy the benefits of going out to buy glutinous rice grains, eating one bowl and throwing another away.
"Don't be too eager to be happy. We have to decipher the map first." Wang Rong guessed what Li Chongrun was thinking when he saw his lustful expression, but he did not forget to dampen his enthusiasm.
"Approximately how long will it take?"
"It would take at least three days for an ordinary clerk to do it."
"What? Three days?!" Li Chongrun felt that he couldn't even wait three minutes. He didn't expect it would take three days.
"If you ask me, I will give you the answer tomorrow." Wang Rong teased Li Chongrun with a smile.
"Oh, my Rongrong is the best, Brother Run, please." Li Chongruntian shamelessly picked up Wang Rong and squeezed him hard twice.
"Oh, okay, okay, let me help you find out who is Rongrong in your family!" Wang Rong's little face turned red, not sure if it was because of shame or something.
Di Renjie watched the two children playing with a smile on his face, with a complicated expression on his face. However, Li Chongrun was still flattering Wang Rong calmly and did not see it.
It was getting late, so everyone dispersed. When Li Chongrun returned home, he noticed that Shangguan Wan'er looked at him in a strange way.
"Good night, aunt, why do you look so happy today?"
"Am I happy?" Shangguan Wan'er didn't know why Li Chongrun said this, and her thin eyebrows raised a delicate curve, and she asked him curiously.
"When my aunt is happy, the little finger of her left hand will curl up unconsciously." Li Chongrun learned the art of recognizing people from Di Renjie for a few days and gained some experience.
"Well, your Majesty gave you a few compliments today, maybe he's a little happy." Shangguan Wan'er brushed it off casually, and arranged for Fang'er to prepare the meal.
The dishes of Daguanyuan are famous all over the world, and there is no reason why the palace's kitchen should be worse than the ones in his own shop. Shangguan Wan'er also took some grape wine, and after going back and forth, changing glasses, Li Chongrun became drunk again.
In a daze, Li Chongrun felt as if he was being taken care of by someone to take a bath. He originally wanted to remind them that it is easy to catch a cold when taking a bath after drinking, but the fragrance was lingering, so he fell asleep again.
In his sleep, Li Chongrun seemed to be having sex with a certain beautiful woman, but for some reason in his sleep, the girl's face became closer and closer to Shangguan's aunt.
Awakened by his own thoughts, Li Chongrun sat up in a cold sweat. It seemed that this was the first time he had an erotic dream since he was reborn here. The result turned out to be such a treason. The horse ran so fast that he felt very guilty.
Just sitting up, Li Chongrun discovered that he was not a horse racer.